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Maya's hair frizzed in the humidity as she stared at the pool. Another pool party, another opportunity to feel like the world's most awkward human being. She'd spent forty-five min...
Leo's vintage fisherman's hat wasn't just accessories—it was his whole personality. Freshman year, he'd worn it every day, even during gym class. We'd been best friend's since sixt...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, the fluorescent light highlighting every frizz of her curls. She'd spent two hours on her hair, attempting the cascade waves that TikTok made lo...
Maya stood at the bottom of the freshman pyramid—again. Three years of watching the same faces float above her, their laughter cascading down like she wasn't even there. She finger...
Maya's golden retriever, Buster, was the worst spy ever. He barked at squirrels, chased his own tail, and had about as much stealth as a bear in a ballet studio. But he was perfect...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her statement. The electric blue dip-dye she'd spent three hours perfecting last night was now, thanks to her first competitive swim meet, morphing i...
Maya's phone lit up with the notification — another party at Jake's house. Everyone would be there. The entire sophomore class, basically. She stared at her reflection, trying to ...
The hat was everything. A beat-up Dodgers cap I'd stolen from my brother's closet, pulled low enough to hide the fact that I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. "You're gripp...
Maya smoothed her dad's lucky fedora—well, technically she'd "borrowed" it without asking, but details mattered less when your entire social future hung in the balance. The hat sme...
Maya's lifeguard whistle hung heavy around her neck as she scanned the community pool. Saturday shift. Again. Meanwhile, her entire grade was at Jessica's pool party, judging by th...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was simple: jocks at the top, band kids in the middle, and everyone else fighting for the scraps. Then came pool party season, and suddenly, ev...
Maya's house party was exactly like every other Friday night: too many bodies, too little oxygen, and me playing my part like a pro. I checked my iPhone for the third time in two m...